blog for blog’s sake
There is a car door open in my head with that annoying *ping* sound repeating indefinitely.
Suddenly I feel like some kind of imposter walking into work today. I don’t belong here, obviously, but at home too–Laura cleaned and the entire apartment is foreign. It was (and still is) one of those “how did I get here?” moments. What the hell am I doing here?
Excuse me, all my neurons are not firing today.
I’m burping pad-thai.
I’m printing emails again. Saw MIIB last night for free. It was ok.
Small sentences are good.
Found this over at Yami’s blog, but apparently there may be a nuclear reactor at the center of the earth. Damn that’s crazy. I wonder how many different ways there are possible to exploit that as a weapon?
Got a new victory shag today. (I still haven’t searched for blogging-shag-watchers. I’m going to start a shaggers anonymous or something–I swear!) My own fantasies are like ripe plums, juicy and ready to spoil. The fact that I told a friend about my possible fantasy-come-true and haven’t heard from her since has me sort of eyeing my email with rather silly regularity this morning.
I have too much to do at work, and a weekend with far too much planned. There is a parade this evening that I’m planning on being in, and a parade on sunday I’m planning on watching. Tomorrow promises to be busy as well.
How’s that for a pathetic post.
I recently linked Cat and Girl from my Black and White Web site. I haven’t spent enough time lately working on my own websites. I’m thinking I’ll try and get some stuff done this weekend, like a redesign for B&W, (which it has needed for quite some time) and maybe those links on this here blog, yeah.
well, I’m back from vacation. (A few days wasn’t nearly long enough.) I walked out to the bridge over our slimey little river, and it’s about two feet higher than normal. A coworker and I saw some of the big fishies, and talked about how dust in your house is 70% dead skin. Next time I turn on the TV I’m going to call it the dead-skin-collector.
Lately I have been absolutely plagued by pop songs stuck in my head. Some times it’s worse than others. Right now I have this abysmal song chanting up there like some kind of mantra. “Watch it spin arround till a beautiful oblivion…”
I just took a shower. Today was particularly satisfying. I’m not saying why. I want to tell laura why, but she’s not awake. I got an email today, and one of life’s particularly elusive fantasies has a chance of actually coming true. That’s all I’m going to say. You can email me if you want more details.
For some reason, in the shower, the title of one of those dumb bedside philosophy books just popped into my head. Don’t sweat the small stuff, and it’s all small stuff. Well, duh. But I was thinking about the times lately that laura has been angry with me for not telling her something I consider really small stuff. She just wants to know everything, and I don’t blame her. It occurs to me that as much as it’s all small stuff, it’s all big stuff too–and while I’m busy “not sweating it”, someone else may be busy drowning in the stuff. That’s why the title of the book, (and the whole philosophy) is fucking bogus. My small stuff may be helping little children die in South Africa.
On the other hand, it’s particularly satisfying to feel removed from things. To step back from reality and pretend it’s pretty much all unimportant in the long run. It’s not, but maybe–just for awhile–it’s ok if it is.
Today I am printing html emails. Yes. Printing.
I am a web production artist.
nuff said.
still no new victory shag. Either he’s waiting till Anna gets back in town, or his life is boring, or he’s been run down in the streets by women who just want a piece… I feel like one of those people who watch all the soap operas, and talk about the characters all the time like they’re real people. I wonder if there are other bloggers out there who post about his “exploits”. Maybe I’ll do some searching.
I’m taking a few vacation days. Tomorrow, monday and tuesday. So if there’s less posting, it’s because I’m at home relaxing, or maybe somewhere else partying.
The sci-fi author Jim Munroe’s most recent novel contains various instances of product placement. He decided to send invoices to the companies he wrote about, and even followed up with some pretty damn hilarious “past due” letters. Here’s a couple of my favorite quotes:
“Let me clarify things for you, Steve. I am a science fiction author. This means I invent the future. SF writers wrote about rocketships – we got them. Cell phones – ta da. Tricorders from Star Trek are basically Palm Pilots. ”
“Maybe your accounting department is in the same country as many of your
clothing factories, and this accounts for the delay.”
I’m going to have to pick up one of his novels for sure.
On an unrelated note, dobbs (author of victoryshag–where’s the latest post?) and I have been discussing the nature of blogs vs real-tv. I just now decided in my last post that I think blogs deserve a new literary classification: Non-narrative non-fiction. (perhaps only new to me, I have no idea).
As for my narrative–tonight I get to go see the Flying Karamazov Brothers at the Guthrie!
I’ve got that new(ish) Elvis costello song stuck in my head, except it sounds like this:
Tear off your own thread!
Tear off your own thread!
It’s a blog revolution!!
I don’t know how that happened. I woke up with it.
I have nothing to say, and I am saying it.